Part 13
"What'd you mean, you didn't make contact?" Fortuna was furious.
Marlon lit a cigarette, shrugging. He didn't like the club Fortuna had chosen for them to meet in. He hated Black Iris clubs. They were the same no matter what city you were in. They were everywhere, and every one looked the same. Dark corners, flashing strobe lighted dance floor on club night, coffee tables, weird abstract paintings for poetry slams. Marlon just hated the whole chain.
But since Fortuna was paying him for his services, he might as well comply with what she wanted. "What did you expect? Kill the girl on first sight?" Marlon sneered. "That's careless, and stupid."
Fortuna gritted her teeth in frustration. "I guess so," she grumbled. "Just make her - oh, wait."
Marlon's eyes rolled. As an assassin he took pretty much any job he could get. Though these types of cases - the whole werewolf prejudice thing annoyed the hell out of him.
Werewolves weren't so bad. He couldn't understand what it was Night People had against them. "What?" he asked.
This girl was a shapeshifter. She should be more open to Meegan Hawthorne.
"I want you to seduce her sister, Sincerity," Fortuna answered. She was smirking. "Seduce her and have her changed to a werewolf."
Marlon frowned. This girl was utterly insane. He didn't understand the reasons behind this sudden change of plan. "I'm an assassin. And a vampire at that. Having people changed into werewolves isn't part of my job description."
"Make an exception," Fortuna snapped. "You'll get paid extra."
Marlon sighed. He wanted to walk away, get out of this crazy situation before it got totally out of hand. Changing humans was hard enough - plus there were laws against that sort of thing. Humans weren't supposed to know about the Night World. Just because werewolves didn't seem to have a head family like the vampires had the Redferns, the witches had the Harmans, they were the scapegoat to become Night People?
Shapeshifters had the Draches in charge of them, but as far as Marlon was aware, there was some debate as to whether werewolves were shapeshifters or a separate species. Thanks to that blurred line, there seemed to be no specific law against changing humans into werewolves.
"I thought the whole reason you hated Meegan Hawthorne was the werewolf thing," Marlon pointed out.
Fortuna nodded. "Yeah, but the plan's changed." She was grinning manically. "If you won't do this, then I can always find someone else."
Marlon should be walking away. He hadn't had a lot of work recently, and needed the money. So as nuts as this whole plan was, he might as well go for it. "I'll do it," he paused, "what do you want to do about Meegan Hawthorne."
Fortuna waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Once her sister becomes a Night Person, they'll destroy each other." She smiled, this time almost serenely.
"What'd you mean, you didn't make contact?" Fortuna was furious.
Marlon lit a cigarette, shrugging. He didn't like the club Fortuna had chosen for them to meet in. He hated Black Iris clubs. They were the same no matter what city you were in. They were everywhere, and every one looked the same. Dark corners, flashing strobe lighted dance floor on club night, coffee tables, weird abstract paintings for poetry slams. Marlon just hated the whole chain.
But since Fortuna was paying him for his services, he might as well comply with what she wanted. "What did you expect? Kill the girl on first sight?" Marlon sneered. "That's careless, and stupid."
Fortuna gritted her teeth in frustration. "I guess so," she grumbled. "Just make her - oh, wait."
Marlon's eyes rolled. As an assassin he took pretty much any job he could get. Though these types of cases - the whole werewolf prejudice thing annoyed the hell out of him.
Werewolves weren't so bad. He couldn't understand what it was Night People had against them. "What?" he asked.
This girl was a shapeshifter. She should be more open to Meegan Hawthorne.
"I want you to seduce her sister, Sincerity," Fortuna answered. She was smirking. "Seduce her and have her changed to a werewolf."
Marlon frowned. This girl was utterly insane. He didn't understand the reasons behind this sudden change of plan. "I'm an assassin. And a vampire at that. Having people changed into werewolves isn't part of my job description."
"Make an exception," Fortuna snapped. "You'll get paid extra."
Marlon sighed. He wanted to walk away, get out of this crazy situation before it got totally out of hand. Changing humans was hard enough - plus there were laws against that sort of thing. Humans weren't supposed to know about the Night World. Just because werewolves didn't seem to have a head family like the vampires had the Redferns, the witches had the Harmans, they were the scapegoat to become Night People?
Shapeshifters had the Draches in charge of them, but as far as Marlon was aware, there was some debate as to whether werewolves were shapeshifters or a separate species. Thanks to that blurred line, there seemed to be no specific law against changing humans into werewolves.
"I thought the whole reason you hated Meegan Hawthorne was the werewolf thing," Marlon pointed out.
Fortuna nodded. "Yeah, but the plan's changed." She was grinning manically. "If you won't do this, then I can always find someone else."
Marlon should be walking away. He hadn't had a lot of work recently, and needed the money. So as nuts as this whole plan was, he might as well go for it. "I'll do it," he paused, "what do you want to do about Meegan Hawthorne."
Fortuna waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Once her sister becomes a Night Person, they'll destroy each other." She smiled, this time almost serenely.